After Paradise walked around the nieghborhood for a little while, or about 2 to 5 times. She walked back to her house. On the way there, she caught a glimpse of Antonio's house. Before she gave another look, she looked the other way. Hoping he didn't randomly come out the door or anything.

When she got to her house, she walked inside to hear nothing. She frowned, and saw a note on the counter. Pretty much stating that her friends left, for some party. She usually would be upset, that she wasn't invited. But today she felt different about being with anyone.

Antonio told him everything, beginning at when he first met her. "She's been the only person who was bold enough to ask questions, and actually talk to me, rather than go and run away." He finished, taking a breath. His dad chuckled slightly and told him "Sounds like you have a cruch. Have fun with that, not much I can tell you." Antonio just stared at him in disbelief. "No I-" He stopped there, realizing what his dad said was true. "Damn." He muttered to himself, then got up and went to the room where his instruments wait.

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The music was fast and scary, like someone being chased. His dad had come in and played the piano, while Antonio worked on playing the violin. The result was beautiful, sorrowful music. Even though it was loud, it was nice and kept you on edge. They played for what seemed like hours.

(( OKay...Sorry for all this confusion :/ GAH! lol..))

Paradise stood by her locker, hating the fact that she was late. She was up all night, and when she finally fell asleep, she slept in too late. She just couldn't get that stupid subject off her mind. I'm such a 'bother' to him...He never wanted me around, and never will...I'm probably just a mistake to him.. .She frowned and saw a girl watching her. Rolling her eyes, she ignored it. She was going to be getting that stare all day. She was usually the complete opposite from her attitude today. Slamming her locker shut, she walked to her 3rd Period.

(( XD It's ok, I confused myself too. ))

Antonio was sitting in third period, listening to the teacher talk. Try to focus on it, Antonio, and not on her. He told himself over and over again. But it was just too hard. He found himself listening for the bell. Once it finally rang and relieved him of his misery, he hurried out the door and to his next cl*censored*. He didn't want to be caught in the hall incase she showed up. Antonio stumbled a bit, but didn't fall and continued on his way, praying he'd get there without incident of running into Paradise. At least I have my performance to look foward to tonight.

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It was Monday night, and Antonio was nervously listening to the chatter of everyone else. He was just about to go on, there being only two more acts. I wonder if she'll come, I hope she does and I hope I do great. He couldn't believe just how jittery he was, it wasn't like him and everyone noticed. "Hey, Tony, you alright?" He always just nodded his head, trying to calm himself down.

(( I just realized Tony=Antonio :0 ))

Paradise frowned at the time. Half of her wanted to go see his performance, but she knew that if she did, she'd just hurt even more. He probably didn't want her there. Probably would do even better without Paradise there, ruining it. She wiped her cheeks slightly, and got her jacket. She forgot, (I did too -----> )) Did she even tell him, she was going? Well, if she already told him that, she was going to have to go. She smirked slightly at her excuse for seeing him, even though it was probably going to pull more negative thoughts into her head.

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When Paradise got there, she quickly walked into where she saw the audience's line. When she finally got a seat, she made sure it was in the back. So no one could some how say, 'look Paradise is here' to Antonio for some reason, and make him do a horrible job because she was there.

(( lol. I thought about putting 'Toni' but that looks kinda girly to me. xD))

Antonio breathed and shook out his hands, for the last guy to perform before him just came back. You'll do fine, Tony, he told himself. Then he heard his name announced. "And now, our very own, Antonio Giyalo, closing us out with his solo on the piano!" He heard the applause and stepped onto stage, feeling the bright spotlight on him. He made his way over to the piano, and sat down. The audience grew quiet, and he told himself to picture himself beign at home, the day Paradise stopped by and was listening to him. With that day stuck in his mind, he began to play, the noted flowing from his fingertips, and he smiled a bit, hearing that he sounded alright.

(( It does :OO ))

Paradise smiled when she heard Antonio's name being called to play next. And clapped with everyone else. As the audience simmered down, she shook her head to herself with how much he amazed her. If she was up there right now, spot light on her, she'd probably vommit. The way he played, reminded her of when she went over his house a day or 2 ago. She frowned a bit, but told herself that this wasn't a time to get all upset. SHe went back to smirking, and listening.

Paradise wiped her cheeks, and looked up to see Antonio. Frowning, she made sure any tears that broke was gone and walked up to him. She knew she shouldn't do this. He probably, like before, wanted to be by himself. Not wanting Paradise to ruin it. But she just wanted to say congrats. Wouldn't anyone wanna say that? Satisfied with her excuse she said, "Hey. You did great." It wasn't her usual 'Hey Antonio GOSH you did great!' Like she would probably do. She just wasn't in her 'normal' mood that day.

(( I gotta go! Bai's))

(( Aw, bye. :c))

Antonio smiled when he heard Paradise's voice. "Thanks. I'm glad you came, I didn't know if you would or not." He decided he was just going to say that falt-out, being blunt like he usually did. No point in acting all awkward again.....

((Brainfailure.))

Paradise smirked, feeling a little bit better by his words. "You..Your glad I came?" She could hear the shockness in her tone, but she ignored it. She was too busy smiling, at that fact she just repeated aloud.